Morning.
Sunday.
I seem to get up late on Sundays nowadays, dunno why, listening to NotLetterFromAmerica, the bird thing, and Paddy waffling on. Mostly coz it's reasonably warm in bed and not warm at all out here.
Grey.
Dark.
Dank.
Dreary.
Wet.
Sunless.
Chilly in here at 11.1 deg, 10.5 deg in the kitchen, 8.5 deg in the leanto.
986 mBar, 29.11 in Hg, 739.56 Torr, 14.3 psi, (down from 996 assuming I tapped it last night), 63% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 23rd of December 2019 Brillo was on stronger painkillers whereas LM had been upset by some oysters, xogg had fallen over while washing the van & been helped by neighbours alerted by the cursing, I'd been for a walk, and NF had posted some links, the current oak island nutjobbery was S7.
Lunch: brunch: much improved by the lack of Weetabix BBE 2014.
.
Entertainment: The Bad Skin Clinic (part). TWTW. <click>
Freecell score: 89%, running average: 81%.
Wind is rising & I haven't even had my beans on toast yet.
Tea: beans on toast with boiled eggs and ham, nice enough.
Entertainment: some bollox or other on R4 before the poetry tulipe went resoundingly <click>. How the feck can one miss the repeat that used to appear at 17:05 on a Sunday? Dunno but it was better than that tulipe.
Finished the other other other other book, half by Poul Anderson (the other half "The 1000 year plan" (AKA "Foundation" without the last story) by Asimov was read last year).
Mediaeval Dead. I wonder if there's any actual dead in this week's since they were noticeably absent from last week's offering.
Er, Waterloo ain't mediaeval by any stretch of the definition FFS. Looking for the Waterloo dead from 1815. They weren't allowed to dig anywhere, though builders were digging holes left right & centre.
Traitors: that lovely chap George Blake. Bastard lived until 2020.
Look out! The orange moron has put a 25% tariff on Columbian Marching Powder.
Sunday.
I seem to get up late on Sundays nowadays, dunno why, listening to NotLetterFromAmerica, the bird thing, and Paddy waffling on. Mostly coz it's reasonably warm in bed and not warm at all out here.
Grey.
Dark.
Dank.
Dreary.
Wet.
Sunless.
Chilly in here at 11.1 deg, 10.5 deg in the kitchen, 8.5 deg in the leanto.
986 mBar, 29.11 in Hg, 739.56 Torr, 14.3 psi, (down from 996 assuming I tapped it last night), 63% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 23rd of December 2019 Brillo was on stronger painkillers whereas LM had been upset by some oysters, xogg had fallen over while washing the van & been helped by neighbours alerted by the cursing, I'd been for a walk, and NF had posted some links, the current oak island nutjobbery was S7.
Lunch: brunch: much improved by the lack of Weetabix BBE 2014.
.Entertainment: The Bad Skin Clinic (part). TWTW. <click>
Freecell score: 89%, running average: 81%.
Wind is rising & I haven't even had my beans on toast yet.
Tea: beans on toast with boiled eggs and ham, nice enough.
Entertainment: some bollox or other on R4 before the poetry tulipe went resoundingly <click>. How the feck can one miss the repeat that used to appear at 17:05 on a Sunday? Dunno but it was better than that tulipe.
Finished the other other other other book, half by Poul Anderson (the other half "The 1000 year plan" (AKA "Foundation" without the last story) by Asimov was read last year).
Mediaeval Dead. I wonder if there's any actual dead in this week's since they were noticeably absent from last week's offering.
Er, Waterloo ain't mediaeval by any stretch of the definition FFS. Looking for the Waterloo dead from 1815. They weren't allowed to dig anywhere, though builders were digging holes left right & centre.
Traitors: that lovely chap George Blake. Bastard lived until 2020.
Look out! The orange moron has put a 25% tariff on Columbian Marching Powder.
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